Honeypot

Debrief? Delayed

You stepped away from the pooled fabric and turned around. Harry stood there frozen, but his eyes seized the moment. Underneath all that manners and gentlemanly ways, he is still a man after all. He looked at you from head to toe, his breathing quickened, and back up again to your face where his eyes stayed.

It was only for a few seconds but time felt slow. You took his hand, and when he realized what's happening he opened his mouth to try to say 'what' but no words came out. You led him towards the bathroom and handed him the washcloth.

You stripped off your last remaining clothing and climbed inside the tub. Harry rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows and sat by the edge.

Harry's still not sure what to feel. He's embarrassed. for what he did and for thinking you'd take him to bed. He's hesitant. He knows he wants you, but he's unsure if you'd like that. He is grateful. He gets to take care of you and is willing to do anything to make you feel better.

He knows how dirty it feels after a honeypot mission. The body's response and reaction were all natural and part of the deed. It might've felt good at the time, but you'd sometimes still feel uncomfortable in your own skin whether you're the one who did the fucking or the one that was fucked.

For a while, only the sound of the water Was heard. Harry washed your back, it was gentle compared to the scrubbing you'd do to yourself in the shower and even offered to wash your hair. His long fingers gently massaging your scalp. It was unusual, but it was also a different level of intimacy. Your thoughts wandered to how his fingers would feel in different ways. "I know how filthy it feels," he said, breaking the silence. "Yeah, does that make us ineffective spies?" "I think that it's just us being human."

He grabbed a robe and held it up — covering his view of your body, and then offered you a towel. "I, uh, should get you something to wear from the gift shop. Any recommendations?" Harry asked. You slipped the robe over your arms but you never tied it up.

"I'd rather wear your shirt after doing things with you, is that okay?" You stepped towards him, still trying to dry your hair with the towel. Harry seemed lost for words. You took another step and threw the towel at the counter.  "I would understand if you'd say no." Standing a few inches away from him.
"Fuck the word no, it's a yes, darling."
And in a split second your robe has dropped to the floor and he has lifted you by your thighs.

He carried you towards the bed and swiftly took his shoes off before plopping you on the bed with him falling on top of you.

"Y/N, you don't know how much I want to ravage you, but I will take it slow and taste every inch of you."

And he did. Harry took his time leaving kisses on every inch of your skin, leaving you begging for him to do you now.